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 Jan 2015 Harley Oliver
cari doll
take it
if you want too
there's a vacancy
inside my room
your clothes
are on my floor
my body is
screaming more
but my heart is
cutting through
the silence
in this room
it's telling me to stop
because you're not
the one i want
not a poem
 Jan 2015 Harley Oliver
Rj
I have never met someone as selfish, rude, and ridiculous
And now, I have to have anxiety attacks because
I have to struggle through a whole week alone with you
 Jan 2015 Harley Oliver
trash bag
some days just aren't good for anything at all
feel all those feelings but don't make that call
because nobody knows what you want
if you don't either
 Jan 2015 Harley Oliver
cari doll
deep in the pacific
his current has ahold of me
ill float till i can't breathe
warm waters and
silence fills the air
and all at once it's strength
comes over me
its salt runs through my veins
will the pacific ever
be the same
 Jan 2015 Harley Oliver
Gigi Tiji
the picture isn't
always pretty past
that silly second dimension,

but it's always alive.
So wondrously alive!
 Jan 2015 Harley Oliver
Gigi Tiji
death is a dissolution of the self into the surround
life is a condensation of the surround into the self

we are dying and living simultaneously
 Jan 2015 Harley Oliver
Gigi Tiji
puer
puera puerae
puella puellus
puelli
mani
cured and trimmed
too close almost
cuticle cut
blister sigh
blood blister
blood blossoming beneath
the nail bed
hit it right on
the nailhead
shaved legs,
and a neckbeard.

sledgehammer Sally
sips sweetly from silly
saddle-wearin' thoroughbred
unicorns

I am a fairy faun from
deep inside your frightful
wardrobe roaring lion lyin'
through the skin of my teeth

ice queen itch
I scream for
tag team *****
*** bag drag teen
ditch

pull queen grab
done deal dean
pull mean
and drag me in and
pull me out and
grab a hold and
leg it go and
let's flow and

I'm a ******* princess
gasping
and I'm Prince
Caspian
dead and
drowning between
blurred lines between

between the read the lines blurred

and I'm just trying to reach through

the seemingly subtle spaces
in between rows of words
between letters and faces
but every line and every
curve of the pen is an
iron bar and I'm just
trying to reach through
reach up through
all these symbols
pull myself out of
all these vague
misrepresentations
of understandings and
I accidentally cut myself
on the serrated edges of
the pixelated abstractions
and drip drip

Let's get some coffee.
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